Roll On

From a begging man
To your father's friend
And that cop who pulled me over on Beverly Glen
I've had a famous man
On his fire escape
And countless dinner dates

And a warm bed, well that's something
But that alone just ain't enough
So I roll on, roll on

But it's just no fun
When your heart belongs to a son of a gun

A shooting rifle, a firing range
I'm pistol-whipped, I'll never be the same
But I love him, yes I do
And he's gonna do what he's gonna do
So I roll on, roll on

When I knocked you down, you called my bluff 
You pushed me over, fair enough 
In high schools, hospitals, on holidays 
I've seen your face in every goddamn state 
My overdose, it was almost too late 
You said it aged you when you saw my face 

And a warm bed, well that was something 
And history’s horse keeps on thumping 
And it rolls on, rolls on 

But it’s just no fun 
When you hate the person you’ve become 

Bitter, lonely, and isolated, before I know it I’ll be an old maid 

But I love love, yes I do 
Even when its weight cripples you 
It rolls on, rolls on 

I never loved that other man 
He’s a fairy tale that I can’t have 
And now I know how a fairy tale feels 
You wanna marry me, you say that I’m the real deal 

And I just don’t know how I got stuck 
Guess there’s muscle memory for love 
And if you try hard enough 
You might once again call my bluff 
Or you can roll on, roll on 

But it’s just no fun
When your happiness is on the run 
Jumping hurdles in life’s 10k, 
It’s a marathon and love’s too late 

But a warm bed is as good as it gets 
Let’s settle down and have a couple of kids 
And do like your parents did, 
Or we can roll on, roll on, roll on